Zhuo Jian thought to himself, you must be thirty too.
Fu Yanye had nothing to say. He felt that he drank too much at that time, and now he was a little drunk. He raised his hand to press his temples, and then asked her again: "Why did you call Zhao Ranlai?"
"I'll bring you together. She's so cute, just like I was when I was a kid, right, Brother Yanye?"
"..."
"My body has actually collapsed after giving birth to twins. It's time for you to change your taste."
Zhuo Jian kindly reminded him, pushed his arm away, and reminded: "It's getting late, please go back."
"Her voice, Brother Yanye, doesn't sound so deep in your bones."
"..."
"Every time you called me that when you were a kid, my bones were numb. I just felt sick when she shouted."
"Oh, weren't you disgusted with me at that time? Didn't you give birth to three children later?"
"..."
Making excuses?
Or do you want to argue?
Or is it memories?
The past suddenly came to her mind. She looked into his dark eyes for a few seconds before looking downstairs and gently reminded: "You should leave quickly."
Fu Yanye put his hands in his pockets, walked up to her, and stared at her with drunken eyes.
Zhuo Jian felt his burning gaze and said without raising her head, "Hurry up..."
The words "Let's go" were not uttered, and the person suddenly fell into his broad and hot chest.
Fu Yanye stuffed her into his arms, feeling that her weak body was a little cold, and hugged her tightly.
"Fu Yanye."
Zhuo Jian tried his best to stay rational and called his name to remind him.
"I don't want to leave."
Fu Yanye's breath smelled of alcohol, and he couldn't help but accuse her.
"Fu Yanye, don't be like this."
Zhuo Jian's hands were slightly open for a while, and before he was strangled to death, he finally grabbed the cloth behind his back and spoke with difficulty.
Fu Yanye laughed and hugged her without letting go.
How is he?
What else could he do?
She is obviously the wife he is marrying, but now he has to force her to touch her.
What appeared in his mind and before his eyes were all the images of her throwing herself into his arms in the past, at the airport, on the TV station, in the hotel, at home, here...
Why did it suddenly become like this?
"For a while, I even thought you had disappeared, and I was left with only a shell. Jian Jian, I finally found you, please don't push me away again, okay?"
He couldn't let her go, he whispered.
His gentle, childlike words made her heart feel hot and boiling.
Zhuo Jian was unable to move as he was holding her, so she gave up on herself and let him hold her.
The huge space suddenly became very quiet.
The children were all asleep, and the aunt and bodyguard quietly left after he arrived.
Silver light shrouded his broad shoulders.
Zhuo Jian was surrounded by his arms.
It looks very beautiful.
But......
Fu Yanye's cell phone rang, it was Zhao Ran.
Zhuo Jian heard the noise and immediately found an opportunity to remind him: "Fu Yanye, answer the phone first, you will disturb the children."
Fu Yanye reluctantly let go of her, he had just warmed her weak body.
He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket. No name was displayed on it, but not long after Zhuo Jian and Zhao Ran added their numbers, their heads were facing each other. She looked at it vaguely and recognized it.
"It's Zhao Ran, pick it up."
Zhuo Jian reminded him softly, turned around and went downstairs.
Fu Yanye didn't want to disturb the children while they were resting. When he answered the phone, he opened the door and looked inside. Seeing that the three little ones were still sleeping, he closed the door gently and then went downstairs to call: "What's the matter?"
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"I won the dance competition, first place, thank you for the prize."